It's about an hour later when Sharon comes back down the hill, this time with a pack over her shoulder and a cooler in one hand. There's practically enough food in the pack for a squad of super soldiers – the cooks here like Steve and Bucky as much as anyone – and she'd packed as much of the things she knows he likes as she could find: fresh fruit and cheese, some of that flatbread they'd had the last time, and so on.

Hopefully they're hungry. And haven't resorted to just throwing Jenga blocks at each other.